Ophelia

To be or not to be, that is

What a wise man wrote and another says.

Whether I waste another day with my coil

Or shuffle it off and to cleanse it boil

In hell instead of eternal rest.

But who knows what is really best?

The eternal curse of the Miss

This or miss that to eternally toil

To marry or not to be? That is

To be married to him is

How do you say, tears

My hands in the worst ways of recoil

As dirty as though they spent years in soil.

Leaving the past in the past years

To leave or not to leave, that was?